As they walked through the hall, however, "Dodd" dragging himself along
reluctantly, a kindlier mood took possession of the school teacher. He
paused, and, turning to the young man, said:
"See here. I have a plan that has just come to me, and I will give you
the benefit of it. I am convinced that you will never be any better
than you are now if you continue to live in this city. Your companions
are here, and so are your old haunts and associations. I will do this
for you. I will go to your room with you and help you get together
whatever clothing you have. Then I will go with you to the depot, and
will buy you a ticket to the farthest point from here that ten dollars
will take you to. I don't want to know where that place is. I don't
want ever to see you or hear from you again, unless you are a different
man. I want to give you one more chance to stand on your own feet.
That is all I have to say. You may take it or leave it, as you will."
"Dodd" hesitated a minute, and then said:
"I'll take it."
"Very well," replied Mr. Bright, putting on his coat and hat; "I am
ready, and will go with you now."
"I might say good-bye to your family," said "Dodd"; "they have been so
kind to me."
"I prefer that you should not," replied Mr. Bright. "I have no desire
to have you know them further. You have forfeited all claim to their
respect, or regard, or courtesy even, and if you never redeem yourself,
I do not care to have them see you again!"
It was a terrible thrust. It was like a sword in the bones to the
recipient of the cutting words. "Dodd" reeled under them as though
smitten with a veritable blade of steel.
But they were doing good work for this abnormal young man. These cuts,
made by the sword of truth, when wielded by the hands of Mr. Bright,
laid open to "Dodd" Weaver the secret recesses of his own soul, and he
saw there such foulness as he had never before suspected. Not one word
had his former teacher said to him which was not true. His final
refusal to permit him to say adieu to his family, "Dodd" felt was just
and strictly in accordance with his deserts. This hurled him down to
where he belonged, and made him realize what a wretch, what an outcast,
he was.
Don't you suppose, good people, that it would be a great deal better,
all around, if we each one got what we really deserve just when we
deserve it? But we don't; and so we flatter ourselves that because the
desert does not come to-day it will not come to-morrow, not next day,
and we hope it will never come. And so we keep on in our wrong ways.
The book has it: "Because sentence against a wicked work is not
executed speedily, therefore the hearts of men are fully set in them to
do evil." This was written a long time ago, but it is as true to-day
as it ever was. I think that even the most confirmed skeptic would
admit the truth of the passage.
So Mr. Bright went with "Dodd" to his lodgings, helped him pack, and
got him to the depot. They escaped the police. This was not a hard
thing to do. It seldom is, if one has really been doing wrong.
"Here is ten dollars," said Mr. Bright to the ticket agent. "I want
you to give me a ticket to a point the farthest away from the city
possible for that money."
"What line?" inquired the somewhat surprised official.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know," returned Mr. Bright. "I want
a ticket such as I have described, and I want you to tell me which
train to take to reach the destination, though I don't want to know
what the destination is."
The agent looked puzzled for a minute, but as the bill was a good one,
and other passengers were waiting, he picked out a ticket, stamped it,
and thrust it out under the glass, with the remark:
"Take the train that leaves from the other side of the middle platform."
Mr. Bright folded the ticket without looking at it, and taking "Dodd's"
arm, started for the train, which was already waiting. As they went
along, "Dodd" said:
"Let me see where I am going to, please!"
"Not now," returned his guide, and they boarded the train.
The conductor came in presently, and to him Mr. Bright spoke in a
subdued tone.
"Here is a ticket for this young man," he said. "I want you to take
it, and see to it that he reaches the destination that this piece of
paper calls for. Don't ask me what that is. Don't let me know. But
take the ticket, and do as I ask."
The official looked wise for a minute, then took the ticket and passed
on.
"Dodd" and Mr. Bright sat in the same seat in the car till the train
was ready to go. Not much was said; for the time of words was not
then. But just as the bell rang for leaving, the elder man took the
hand of the younger, and clasped it almost passionately. The eyes of
the two met. "Dodd" remembered the day when they walked to school
together, hand in hand.
"My boy," whispered Mr. Bright, "if ever the time comes when you can
stand on your own feet, let me hear from you and know of your success;
but if you continue in the old way, let the world be as a grave to you,
so far as I am concerned; and never let me hear from you again. But,"
he added, as he turned away, "I faintly trust the larger hope." And
without another word he left the car. He went directly home. It was
many a year before he referred again to that day.
There was a hissing of pent-up air as the engineer tried the brakes
before moving out his train, then a slow motion of starting, then away
and away.
"Dodd" Weaver sank back in his seat, and pulled his cap over his eyes.
He did not cast one lingering look behind. Indeed, what had he to care
for, in all that great city?
"I faintly trust the larger hope," repeated "Dodd" to himself, as the
train rushed along. He remembered the day when they had read the lines
in the reading class of Mr. Bright's school.